DANCIN', YEAH!

hit the fri eve dance party with sfj and harem (otherwise known as the dancing girls) on friday, then took yet another field trip to brooklyn (williamsburg) where the conversation at bonita consisted of who was your favorite solid gold dancer, admiring our hot waiter who kept teasing me, where exactly were we again and what was up with the greg allman hairstyle that seems to be increasingly prevalent in hipster areas. finished off a delicously cheap meal and hit the hot, sweaty, mojito-soaked basement of bembe where salsa meets reggae meets salsa. reminded me of barraza in the old days. danced until we were soaked and headed to manhattan, the lit-up empire state building and it's surrounding cityscape welcoming and beckoning me back.